Not dead, only resting

Well the last few days have been a haze of antibiotics and cough potions. It's either pneumonic plague or Hunta virus because as we all know, SARS is for pussies.

Today is the first full day that I've spent at home. I went home early a couple of days after coughing so hard that I almost puked on my keyboard. (Call technical support for that one.)

So anyway, I had to take a break from myself because GOD! When did I become such an annoying channel surfer? And it's not surfing between similar interests...I'm watching shows about birthin' babies (and OMG! Did you know that having a baby can actually change your life???) and surfing over to Man Vs. Wild. I never saw that show before because it was advertised as being a testosterone laced phallus tugger and in all reality, it isn't. The star of the show is quite British and we all know that British men aren't phallus tuggers. It reminds me of what Martha Stewart would be if she joined the British Commandos. Very informative, very proper, and she could gut you like a pig, if necessary.

I found myself storing away bits of information for future use, you know, if I ever got stranded on a desert island in the Pacific ocean. Very handy!

Now all I need to know is how to hold my ribs together when I'm coughing so much.

Ah ha! Duct Tape!